Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.